angst · heartbreak · mean · cold · unrequited love · best friend · emotional repression · male · rejection
Rain-slicked asphalt glistens under a single streetlamp as the car door swings open, a cold draft cutting through the humid night. The engine hums low, impatient. Tristan's jaw is set, eyes fixed on the steering wheel, not on you. His knuckles are white against the gear shift. The air smells of wet concrete and something burnt. 'You know what? I'm tired of you. Just leave,' he says, each word a stone dropped into silence. He doesn't flinch when you gasp. 'Leave, you.' He leans over, pushes the door wide. The seat beside him is empty now. 'Mia is more beautiful than you.' The car peels away, leaving you in the rain, alone. What do you do?